{"id":2832,"date":"2020-06-07T16:53:17","date_gmt":"2020-06-07T20:53:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/?p=2832"},"modified":"2021-10-06T22:51:31","modified_gmt":"2021-10-07T02:51:31","slug":"arnie-a-fragment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/arnie-a-fragment\/","title":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align:center;\">Arnie \u2013 A Fragment<\/div>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-2949 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/gas-station.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"525\" height=\"321\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/gas-station.jpg 525w, https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/gas-station-300x183.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 525px) 100vw, 525px\" \/><\/p>\n<div style=\"font-size:larger;\">I\u2019d known Arnie for 13 years before I thought of him as a friend of mine. He worked at the luncheonette where I would get the Sunday papers on the way to church; my father and mother waiting out in the car. The apron over his T-shirt would be stained with counter breakfasts. I\u2019d be dressed up for church.<\/p>\n<p>When I was a teenager, he worked at the gas station. Not the one my parents used. But when I started to drive, I\u2019d drive in and he\u2019d check the air in the tires. I never needed gas. The tires never needed air.<\/p>\n<p>He was tallish. Thin with muscles on his arms. Dark curly hair and a boney face with deep, dark eyes. Serious. Always working, it seemed to me.<\/p>\n<p>I never saw him in the winter when I was in school. My dad would get the paper on Sundays. I didn\u2019t drive in the winter because of the snow. It was as if Arnie were a part of summer.<\/p>\n<p>There was a romance about him because of that.\n<\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(If you are inspired to add to this fragment and move this story forward, use the comment section below!)<\/p>\n<hr style=\"width: 100%; margin-left: 0;\" \/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019d known Arnie for 13 years before I thought of him as a friend of mine. He worked at the luncheonette where I would get the Sunday papers on the way to church; my father and mother waiting out in the car. The apron over his T-shirt would be stained with counter breakfasts. I\u2019d be [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[58],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2832","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2832","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2832"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2832\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3326,"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2832\/revisions\/3326"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2832"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2832"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.otownmedia.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2832"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}